After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Morax sighed, his expression unchanged, but the look in his dazzling golden eyes was somewhat obscure, complex and difficult to discern.

His deep, gentle voice flowed slowly from his lips, conveying the message: "Yes... it's my good fortune that I finally waited for you to make your decision."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue stroked her chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked with a puzzled expression, as if she were truly confused: "Judging from your tone, it seems... you're not very satisfied?"

Morax paused for a moment, then spoke slowly in his usual unhurried tone: "...I thought you would hesitate for a longer time."

"You thought?" Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly laughed, her bright golden eyes, which were exactly like Morax's, filled with an extremely confident expression.

It's like a bright light suddenly shining in the silent night; you instinctively want to chase after it, but you can't look directly at it.

Morax heard Yuan Zhuoyue's voice, like striking ice and jade, resounding into his ears: "I think it shouldn't be 'what you think,' but rather what you want... That should be the development that you feel is most 'suitable' and 'appropriate' in your ideal."

"So... you want me to resolve the lingering effects of the filth in this world, yet you don't want me to grant your wish too soon." Yuan Zhuoyue asked softly in her gentle voice, "I know your stance, but your logic is always full of contradictions."

Yuan Zhuoyue's words were neither sharp nor shocking, nor were they something that left him speechless.

Morax felt as if a thousand words were gathering in his mouth, but for some reason, these words were stuck in his throat and very difficult to utter.

It was as if even breathing had stopped for a moment.

Yuan Zhuoyue hadn't said anything, yet it seemed as if he had already torn himself apart, using numerous excuses to deceive himself and conceal his selfishness.

...and that is indeed the case.

After all the embellishments and seemingly reasonable explanations are presented, they ultimately boil down to nothing more than a matter of 'thinking'.

It started as a simple 'thought', then became an 'idea', and then took root and spread into a 'desire'.

What started as a thought transformed into a desire.

Even if he had the most high-sounding reasons and excuses, it could not hide the fact that he was unfair from the very beginning, and that he had selfish motives and biases.

After a long hiatus, Morax felt that familiar restlessness again, enveloping his heart and lingering for a long time.

In the past, before the past could be reversed, Morax was often overwhelmed with the disasters brought about by "filth".

Even though he had some resistance to those negative forces, he still couldn't avoid being affected by them.

Especially after Yuan Zhuoyue went mad, Morax's existence became even more precious.

Otherwise, facing two mad gods at the same time, the already shattered world heading towards its end will face an even more difficult test.

That's why Morax forced himself to be calmer and more rational.

To handle the series of tricky emergencies that pile up in front of us in a more stable state.

Although as a 'nest', Yuan Zhuoyue is more likely to attract these negative forces to converge on her.

But the corruption of Morax by the "filth" has never stopped, because she is closely connected with Yuan Zhuoyue.

These negative effects are hard to resist and unavoidable, and they continue to accumulate on Morax.

However, Yuan Zhuoyue, who was most affected and had the deepest connection with "filth," exhibited the most acute and insane symptoms.

Perhaps because of the layer separating them, Morax's rationality and consciousness were never affected.

However, he could also sense that his condition was slowly declining in a stable trend.

This change was subtle, but after a long time, Morax, preoccupied with trivial matters, thought of his long-lost friend.

Morax was startled to discover that the emotions lingering in his chest were far too calm.

Like a deep, ancient well, it is difficult for it to generate much ripple without the influence of external forces.

The sharp emotions stirred up by Yuan Zhuoyue could also be fed back to Morax, allowing him to maintain his state within a normal range by using such emotions.

Yuan Zhuoyue needs Morax to harmonize the restless power within her and stabilize the frequently out-of-control forces.

Let the rationality that often disappears return to us.

Morax also needs Yuan Zhuoyue; she needs Yuan Zhuoyue's emotions and needs to absorb those overly sharp feelings as the key to filling her own deficiencies and emptiness.

For a long time, they supported each other and moved forward slowly in this way.

It wasn't until Yuan Zhuoyue and 666 left one after another that Morax had to stop, his steps gradually becoming unsteady and hesitant.

He faced dead ends everywhere, even though he had made preparations in advance and tried his best to leave a glimmer of hope for the creatures he was protecting.

Unable to observe the future, Morax, in this long and lonely wait, also felt a rare sense of restlessness.

Morax was even relieved that he was experiencing this negative state of agitation, rather than being arrogant and numbly indifferent.

The habits inherited from the past, which can also be called ailments, have always been rooted in Morax and in Yuan Zhuoyue.

Even though they always pretended nothing was wrong, whitewashed the situation, and acted as if nothing had happened.

As an elder, Morax was always very good at disguising himself. Based on his past observations of others, Morax was able to gradually eliminate the inhuman feeling he had.

They created the most perfect disguise, and after such a disguise lasted for a long time, Morax almost forgot that he was wearing a 'normal' mask.

In an attempt to shield the eyes of Gen Takuyuki in the 'present'.

Yuan Zhuoyue seemed unconcerned as to why Morax had been momentarily stunned, and equally unconcerned about his thoughts.

“Although you’ve kept many things from me, I can see why your logic is contradictory.” Across the stone table, she hooked her arm around Morax’s hand, her fingertips gently stroking his knuckles, her tone unusually weary and tender: “Is it for me?”